<Looks uncertainly at the keep>"Impressive .. Why did we come here again? I figured this was as good a place as any to start looking for Holgar, plus this place is kind of legendary ... in a spooky kind of way. Hagwen you were intent on coming here, might you reveal your purpose so we can help."

Hagwen

Hagwen shoots Phadian a black stare and seems to be on the verge of answering sharply, but she bites her tongue and her expression eventually softens. (Insofar as it can, which frankly isn't all that much.)

Situation: The party is in a low valley looking up the "Tor" at the front of the Ruins. Hagwen decides to take a look around and moves off into the brush, after a few minutes you've lost sight and sound of her.....

"An' 'ere's a thing," she adds quietly; "Elves. Leastways there's a campsite back there as shows all the signs. A company o' them woz 'ere not so long back. One grave. Seems they met wiv trouble. They wuz able ta fight it off, but it came at a price."

A thoughtful scowl and a glimmer of what might be sorrow clouds her plain brow. She scratches Aurora behind the ears and lapses into silence.

Whatever discussion unfolds it seems the plan it to explore the lower cave opening on the left. Rik again offers to stay with the mule, dark closed in places full of danger are not from him. But Shoul seem ready to act as Torchbearer for Phadian. So the leaving behind whatever supplies and equipment seems appropriate the party moves quietly towards the cave mouth.

"An Ogre, eh?" Urist presses a finger alongside his nose and makes an obscene blowing noise through the other nostril. "Stupid, nasty brutes who use their great strength to bully the other goblin-types. We'll want to stay out of melee range against that one. The elves never stood a chance, ha ha..."

The Dwarf looks thoughtful for a moment, as if remembering old campfire stories. "We should keep track of the time and not leave our mule unattended after dark."